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@batgirlspain
Hey Mr. Luthor! You said you’re on Tumblr because you want to learn more about different categories of people. What have you learned so far?
Not much yet considering I've only had this account since today but so far only really that there is a lot of people on here talking about superheroes.
You’ve only had this account since today, Mr. Luthor? Well, then you’ll notice there’s not only a lot of people on here talking about superheroes but superheroes or vigilantes, as you prefer, as well.
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Starfire!! I didn’t know you were here on Tumblr…
Batgirl!! I've been on here for a while.
It's lovely to hear from you! I've heard Gotham is the same as ever. How are you?
I’m doing alright!! Gotham’s still Gotham, so you know, plenty of trouble to keep me busy!
I’m glad to see you around! It’s been way too long since I’ve run into you! How have you been holding up?
Busy is an understatement
[ Kori laughed. ]
We've been busy. My crew and I are now considered pirates. But other than that, nothing too interesting has been going on out there.
*I’m sprawled across my couch in sweatpants and an old Gotham University T-shirt, half-finished coffee sitting on the table beside me. It’s Sunday, so I’m actually letting myself have a slow morning for once. I glance down at my phone when I see Kori’s message, read it twice, and grin before I start typing*
Pirates, huh? Okay, I definitely need the story behind that one. But why am I not even surprised? You and your crew always seem to find a way to get yourselves into something interesting.
I’m glad you’re doing okay, though. Gotham’s still keeping me busy, but I’ll take busy over bored any day. At least it gives me an excuse to complain about my coffee going cold.
*With that I hit the Reblog button*
Starfire!! I didn’t know you were here on Tumblr…
Batgirl!! I've been on here for a while.
It's lovely to hear from you! I've heard Gotham is the same as ever. How are you?
I’m doing alright!! Gotham’s still Gotham, so you know, plenty of trouble to keep me busy!
I’m glad to see you around! It’s been way too long since I’ve run into you! How have you been holding up?
Hey! I'm glad you've been given a chance at redemption and I hope you take advantage of it. I'd love to help if I can.
Thank you so much my love. I’m still shocked that Batsie took a chance on me, but I’ll spend every day proving him right. If you could help that would be GREAT
I’m happy to help. Redemption isn’t about proving yourself in one big moment, it’s about what you choose to do every day. And if you’re serious about making this work, I’m not gonna let you do it alone.
Thank you so SO much babs. It means the world to me that you’re all taking this chance for me
I smile a little at that.
“You don’t have to thank me, Mara. Everyone deserves a chance to prove they can do better. Just take it seriously, keep your head on straight and don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. I’ll be rooting for you.”
❝ Plants, like all living things, are unique individuals with various different needs. You wouldn't adopt a canine and treat it the same as you would a snake -- stop treating your plants as if they are the same, you are killing your babies. ❞
Okay, no need to threaten people in the tags, but I agree with the message. Even if it comes from Poison Ivy. Each plant has its own specific care requirements and needs all the love from the people who have them in their homes.
❝ Come now, darling, there's nothing wrong with a little.. encouragement. There's also nothing wrong with agreeing with me on plant care -- I am an expert after all. You'll all do well to remember that. ❞
“I never said you weren’t an expert, Ivy. I just think your methods of educating people could use a little work. How about a ‘please water your fern’ before instead of the ‘I know where you live’ stuff? But yeah, when it comes to plant care, I’ll happily give you the win. Your plants are probably safer in your hands than most of Gotham’s are in theirs.”
❝ Do you think I'd have to post anything at all if all it took was a gracious little 'please' ? Your naivety truly does know no bounds, hm.. But yes, you are correct, there is no safer place for a plant than in my embrace. ❞
“Naive? Maybe. But I think there’s a difference between being naive and simply believing people can learn without having a death threat attached to the lesson. And nope, Ivy, I don’t think you’re heartless. You care deeply about living things. That much has never exactly been subtle. I just happen to think your definition of ‘encouragement’ is a little more aggressive than mine.”
❝ Then I suppose we'll just have to go on and disagree with each other -- gosh, how will we cope. ❞
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll survive the disagreement somehow. Though I have a feeling you’ll be writing a dramatic memoir about the time Batgirl apologized for the next twenty years. And don’t get too excited. I apologize when I mean it, not because you’ve managed to guilt-trip me into it. But hey, if it makes you feel better, I’ll let you treasure the moment.”
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Do you perchance need funding or a better laboratory? Sincerely Mr. Luthor.
What are you proposeing mr Luthor? For your information I have no intresst in working for lex corp.
I'm simply funding smaller scientists in order to not let the wonders of scientific research die out
All for the advancement of science and for the benefit of humankind, of course. Heartwarming.
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❝ Plants, like all living things, are unique individuals with various different needs. You wouldn't adopt a canine and treat it the same as you would a snake -- stop treating your plants as if they are the same, you are killing your babies. ❞
Okay, no need to threaten people in the tags, but I agree with the message. Even if it comes from Poison Ivy. Each plant has its own specific care requirements and needs all the love from the people who have them in their homes.
❝ Come now, darling, there's nothing wrong with a little.. encouragement. There's also nothing wrong with agreeing with me on plant care -- I am an expert after all. You'll all do well to remember that. ❞
“I never said you weren’t an expert, Ivy. I just think your methods of educating people could use a little work. How about a ‘please water your fern’ before instead of the ‘I know where you live’ stuff? But yeah, when it comes to plant care, I’ll happily give you the win. Your plants are probably safer in your hands than most of Gotham’s are in theirs.”
❝ Do you think I'd have to post anything at all if all it took was a gracious little 'please' ? Your naivety truly does know no bounds, hm.. But yes, you are correct, there is no safer place for a plant than in my embrace. ❞
“Naive? Maybe. But I think there’s a difference between being naive and simply believing people can learn without having a death threat attached to the lesson. And nope, Ivy, I don’t think you’re heartless. You care deeply about living things. That much has never exactly been subtle. I just happen to think your definition of ‘encouragement’ is a little more aggressive than mine.”
❝ Plants, like all living things, are unique individuals with various different needs. You wouldn't adopt a canine and treat it the same as you would a snake -- stop treating your plants as if they are the same, you are killing your babies. ❞
Okay, no need to threaten people in the tags, but I agree with the message. Even if it comes from Poison Ivy. Each plant has its own specific care requirements and needs all the love from the people who have them in their homes.
❝ Come now, darling, there's nothing wrong with a little.. encouragement. There's also nothing wrong with agreeing with me on plant care -- I am an expert after all. You'll all do well to remember that. ❞
“I never said you weren’t an expert, Ivy. I just think your methods of educating people could use a little work. How about a ‘please water your fern’ before instead of the ‘I know where you live’ stuff? But yeah, when it comes to plant care, I’ll happily give you the win. Your plants are probably safer in your hands than most of Gotham’s are in theirs.”
"Do you know that I'm being physically experimented on and mentally tortured by every single person of authority and therapists in this place? The warden's been doing this ever since you locked me up in here." Grodd would say to her telepathically through the glass that kept him contained and separated. The large ape was bound against the wall and hanging upside down. He seemed pretty docile and was drooling but it was a ruse so that he'd be left along from the guards who would beat him. "Why don't you do something about it before I end up nothing but a docile ape." Clearly the ape was desperate as he had been subjected to quite the round of experiments. "I can show you proof. You'll just have to come again but without the guards watching you or I."
I keep my expression steady as I stand in front of the glass, letting none of the alarm or skepticism show on my face. Inside my mind, I tighten my focus, reinforcing the mental barriers I’ve trained for exactly this kind of contact. I don’t accept what I’m being told at face value. Not from him.
“If what you’re saying is true, then there’ll be records. Logs. Medical documentation. Chain-of-custody reports for every procedure you’re describing.”
I think back carefully, keeping my tone controlled and deliberately non-reactive I shift my stance slightly, eyes flicking over the restraints, the guards’ positions, the cameras in the room. Everything is being recorded here. Everything always is. That’s the first thing I rely on.
“I’m not coming in here alone and I’m not removing oversight because you ask me to. If there’s abuse happening, it gets exposed through independent review. Not private conversations behind closed doors.”
I continue firmly, letting the boundary settle between us like a locked door. I pause just long enough to let that land. Then I add quieter, sharper.
“And if this is an attempt to isolate me or manipulate the situation, it won’t work.”
I don’t break eye contact. I don’t step closer. I simply watch, listen, and start mentally compiling the next set of checks I’m going to run on the facility’s records—because either there’s evidence that needs uncovering, or I’m being led into a trap designed to look like one.
"Batgirl!" A voice would yell out to her before she would see a guard run up to her. "Quick! You gotta stop him!" He'd begin to say. "He's gone crazy! It's Grodd!" The guard would say as he'd then begin to gesture her to follow. "Cone on!" He'd say before he would then begin to run off towards the direction of the courtyard. "I don't know what happened but he just went nuts. We tried to restrain him but I think he's trying to escape." He'd say before he would then lead her through to the courtyard where there were a bunch of guards on the ground and no Grodd. Seems like the ape had escaped...
But why? That was the question. Most likely Lawrence's work...
I stop dead when I see the courtyard: guards down and no Grodd. I swear under my breath.
“No…”
This doesn’t feel right. An hour ago he was exhausted, barely able to walk. Now I’m supposed to believe he suddenly fought his way through a yard full of guards? I don’t buy it. I crouch beside the nearest guard, checking them over as I scan the area for tracks, broken restraints… anything.
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
My eyes sweep the walls and every possible exit. Because right now, I’m not convinced this was an escape. I’m starting to think someone wanted it to look like one.
The guard that had lead her out to the courtyard would begin to explain. "We brought him out like usual. He usually just likes to get some sun but it wasn't even like five minutes before he went crazy! He broke his restraints and we tried to stop him but he was just so strong..." He'd say as he'd shake his head. "He ran off. You can see his tracks there." He pointed out to Grodd's large barefoot imprints. "He climbed up the wall." Another guard says. "That damn monkey almost killed me!" He'd say frustrated. "When you get em Batgirl, give em a punch for me will ya?" The guard would say as the other would then tell him. "Help the others up." He'd say before he would then turn to Batgirl.
I crouch beside one of the footprints for a second, studying it. Something still doesn’t add up. I stand and look at the wall.
“Nobody’s punching anybody until I know what happened.”
I glance at the guards.
“An hour ago he could barely keep his eyes open.”
I shake my head.
“That kind of change doesn’t happen for no reason.”
I fire my grapple toward the top of the wall.
“I’m going after him.”
I look back one last time.
“And nobody goes near Lawrence Whittaker.”
I don’t wait for an answer. A second later I’m over the wall, following the trail as fast as I can. If Grodd really lost control, I need to stop him. If somebody made him lose control… then I’m about to find out who.
Grodd's large footprints were easy to follow. It was like the ape was on a mindless rampage. Clearly, someone had done something to the ape to make him want to escape, most likely Lawrence's doing. Making his way through the streets, the ape would crack the road below him with each jump and step he'd land. Huffing, groaning and breathing heavily the gorilla would then find himself staring off into the distance before he would bring a hand up to his head as he would groan loudly as a sharp pain hit his head. His veins on his forehead bulging slightly. It was the perfect moment for Batgirl to get close since he had stopped...
@batgirlspain
I slow down instead of charging straight at him. He’s stopped. Good. I keep my hands where he can see them.
“Grodd… I’m here.”
My voice stays calm. I don’t move any closer yet. I watch the way he’s holding his head: the pain, the way he’s fighting something… Lawrence. It has to be.
“You don’t need to run. Whatever he did to you, we’re going to figure it out.”
I take one careful step forward and keep my eyes on him.
“Fight him. Not me.”
I tap the side of my own head and stay ready in case he lashes out, but I don’t reach for a weapon. Right now, I need him thinking and not fighting.
@nocturnalmuses
Grodd's gaze went towards Batgirl as the hulking gorilla would continue to wince as he'd bring both hands up to his head. "Ngh!" He'd let out as his eyes met hers. "Lot-" He'd begin before he would groan. "Easier said than done." He'd say before he would then begin to close his eyes as he'd scream out loud. Barefeet dug into the gravel as the ape would then begin to drop to his knees.
@batgirlspain
I close the distance carefully. Not fast enough to startle him. Just enough that he knows he’s not alone.
“Hey. Stay with me.”
I keep my voice low and kneel a few feet away instead of reaching for him.
“Listen to my voice. You’ve been fighting this for months.”
My eyes stay locked on his before shaking my cowled head.
“Don’t let him win now. If this is Lawrence, then this isn’t you.”
I glance at the way he’s clutching his head and stay ready in case he lashes out, but I don’t back away.
“You stopped.”
I point at the ground beneath him.
“That means you’re still in there.”
I take one slow step closer.
“So keep fighting. You’re not fighting me. You’re fighting him.”
@nocturnalmuses
The great ape would find himself listening to her words of encouragement. She could see that he wasn't trying to do any harm, that he was simply trying to fight the voice and pain in the back of his head. "Batgirl..." Grodd begin to say. His bulging chest heaved repeatedly as he'd breath heavily. "You may be here...but...don't follow..." he would groan. "It hurts..." Grodd groans as his breathing increases even more. His dark skin and fur beginning to shine with sweat as the ape would then begin to scream. Large toes digging into the ground as he'd plant them harder against it. Then his gaze turns hazy, eyes glassy as his mandible parted as his tongue would slowly drop out before he was then breathing harder. Muscles bulging all over his body as if the ape had gained a bit of unnatural strength. Beginning to stand up straight, Grodd was silent now. The only thing that came from his mouth was his heavy breathing. Dark eyes gazed at her as he'd then begin to jump up high into the air and continues on his way towards where he was being told to go to.
@batgirlspain
I watch him launch into the air.
“Damn it…”
For a second, I almost go after him without thinking. Then I remember what he said. Don’t follow. I look in the direction he disappeared, my jaw tight.
“Sorry.”
I fire my grapple anyway.
“I’m not leaving you alone with whatever’s in your head.”
The line goes taut, and I swing after him, keeping my distance instead of trying to catch up. If someone’s controlling him, cornering him won’t help. I need to know where he’s going. So I stay above the rooftops, following every cracked street and shattered rooftop he leaves behind. Wherever this ends… I’m ending it too.
@nocturnalmuses
The ape would eventually stop as he'd find himself in abandoned section of the city. The area appears old and decrepit. The perfect place to hide out. Grodd would slip into one of the old warehouses.
"Good. You follow orders well Grodd." Lawrence says as he'd then begin to gesture the ape to come closer. "Your head hurts doesn't it? That's the implant I put in you." He'd say. "Now be a good ape and lie down." Inside the room was what appeared to be a makeshift laboratory with computers, test tube and bubbling concoctions. Lawrence himself now wearing a lab coat as he'd watched as Grodd would lie down on the metal table. Beginning to strap him in, he'd then begin to press his hands upon Grodd's large belly. "Soon you won't be here anymore Grodd. But your body will be useful for me." He'd say.
@batgirlspain
I stay in the shadows just inside the warehouse door.
“So that’s it. An implant. He wasn’t lying.”
I think to myself. I don’t waste another second and throw a batarang. It slices through one of the straps holding Grodd to the table before I step into the open.
“Step away from him.”
My voice echoes through the warehouse. I keep my eyes locked on Lawrence.
“I’ve heard enough.”
I take another step forward.
“You manipulated him, hid your records and dragged him all the way out here.”
I pull another batarang into my hand.
“It’s over.”
I glance at Grodd for just a second.
“Hang on.”
Then I look right back at Lawrence.
“You’re not laying another finger on him.”
@nocturnalmuses
"Of course you would show up!" Lawrence says as he'd begin to roll his eyes. "You really know how to ruin my day." Lawrence would then begin to pull out a gun. A pistol that he'd then begin to then point at her direction. "Hold it!" He'd warn. "Don't do anything stupid or I kill Grodd here." He'd say as he'd then begin to point the pistol over Grodd's head. "Take off your utility belt!" He'd command. "Toss it over there." He'd say.
@batgirlspain
I don’t make any sudden moves. My eyes stay on the gun. Then on Grodd.
“You’ve gone from calling him a patient to using him as a hostage.”
I keep my voice steady.
“So much for therapy.”
I slowly raise my hands where he can see them.
“You want the belt?”
I unclip it, keeping every movement slow.
“Fine.”
I let it drop a few feet in front of me instead of throwing it across the room. Then I look him right in the eye.
“But let’s be honest.”
I nod toward Grodd.
“If you were really done with him, you wouldn’t be threatening to shoot him.”
I take one slow step to the side.
“You still need him.”
My eyes never leave the pistol.
“Which means you’ve got a lot more to lose here than I do.”
@nocturnalmuses
Lawrence would maintain the weapon against Grodd's head as he'd then begin to glare at her. Damn her. She was right. He did need Grodd. He still had to get his body for himself. And now, he was stuck. Frustrated and beginning to get upset, he would then begin to frown.
"Very well Batgirl." He'd say. "You got me. But I don't really think you'd let Grodd bleed out would you?" He'd ask her as he'd then begin to cock a devilish smile and then aimed his weapon towards Grodd's belly. Pulling the trigger, Grodd would then begin to scream at the sensation of the bullet lodging into his body.
"Good luck getting me and saving him!" Lawrence would say as he'd then begin to back away. "The next one goes in his head." He'd warn as he'd begin to back away towards the other side of the warehouse.
@batgirlspain
I move straight to Grodd. No hesitation. I drop beside him and press both gloved hands over the wound, trying to slow the bleeding.
“Stay with me.”
I look up at Lawrence, my jaw tight.
“You just threw away any chance of talking your way out of this.”
I can’t call for help. My communicator’s sitting on the floor with the rest of my gear. Doesn’t matter. Right now, Grodd comes first. I keep pressure on the wound, never taking my eyes off Lawrence for long.
“Run if you want.”
I glare at him.
“But if he dies because of this…”
I shake my head.
“I’m bringing you in., no matter where you hide.”
@nocturnalmuses
The large ape would simply watch as she'd press her hands against the wound. Strange...he thought. There was still compassion from her even though he had caused her some trouble in the past. Pressing his own larger hand against hers, Grodd would then listen as Lawrence gloated.
"Foolish girl. You'll never get me." He'd say. "You won't even recognize me next time you see me." Lawrence would say as he'd then begin to make a run for it. Leaving them alone.
As Lawrence ran, Grodd would then begin to use his powers. Dark eyes glowed as the ape would then begin to invade Lawrence's mind and saw what his future plans were. It brought a smile to the gorilla's face as Grodd would then begin to speak quietly as his wound began to hurt as the adrenaline died down. "Stupid human bastard..." he cursed at Lawrence as he ran and escaped his powers grasp. "Bat...Girl...your utility belt? Have something to help me with this?" He'd ask her.
@batgirlspain
I glare toward the doorway Lawrence disappeared through.
“Damn it.”
He’s gone. After everything I’ve found, everything he’s done, I had him right there and still let him slip away. I look back at Grodd and then at my utility belt lying several feet out of reach. I can’t leave him bleeding just to grab it. I stretch my leg out and hook the belt with my boot, dragging it across the floor a little at a time.
“C’mon…”
Finally, I pull it close enough to grab. I yank out the med kit and tear it open.
“Hold still.”
I press the sealant over the wound and wrap it tightly.
“This’ll slow the bleeding, but we need to get you somewhere safe.”
I glance toward the doorway again, still pissed that Lawrence got away.
“He’s not getting a second chance.”
@nocturnalmuses
"I'll live." Grodd says as he would let her apply the med kit as well as the wrap. It had stopped the bleeding. "Untie my other arm." He'd say as Grodd would speak to her. "He'll be back..." Grodd warned. "You'd best take a look around. There's a computer there. Seems like he was going to use it." Once unbound, the ape would sit up. "I'll be fine." He'd reassure. "When you finish, we'll go."
@batgirlspain
I nod and finish securing the bandage before moving to his other restraint.
“Hold still.”
I undo it and let his arm drop. Then I look toward the computer.
“Yeah… I’m checking it.”
I move over to the desk and wake the screen, scanning whatever’s left open. If Lawrence planned something, he might’ve left a trail behind. And after today, I’m not taking anything he says at face value. I glance back at Grodd.
“Give me a minute.”
Then I turn back to the computer.
“If he’s coming back, I wanna know why.”
@nocturnalmuses
The computer boots up and immediately there was an open document detailing his plans for what he was going to be doing to Grodd. The document states that he had planned on preforming a transfer of his mind into Grodd's body and vice versa, Grodd being stuck in Lawrence's body and taking the blame for everything. The document also detailing that he had planned on taking Grodd to a lab in th city where he had all the equipment. This place mearly being a stop before he'd take him there. There were also other documents that revealed that Lawrence might have had an obsession with primates as well as documents showing that he had planned on using Grodd's powers to gain even more powers from others he'd defeat in time.
@batgirlspain
I stare at the screen, reading the plan again just to make sure I’m not misunderstanding it.
“You’re kidding me…”
A body swap. He wants Grodd’s body, his powers, everything. I start copying the files onto my phone.
“And he planned to pin the whole thing on you.”
I scroll through the other documents, my expression getting darker with every page.
“He’s been thinking about this for a long time.”
I look over at Grodd.
“He’s not just obsessed with primates. He’s planning to use your powers to go after other metas. That means we don’t have time to waste.”
I save another copy of the files before shutting down the computer and grabbing my utility belt.
“First, we get you somewhere safe.”
I glance toward the warehouse entrance.
“Then we find this lab before Lawrence gets there.”
I look back at Grodd.
“Because if this is what he’s planning, I’m not letting him get anywhere near you again.”
@nocturnalmuses
"Of course they'd pin it on me." Grodd says as he would roll his eyes. "Stupid human." He'd say as he'd then begin to stand up. "Obsessed with primates? Well, he certainly has good taste." Grodd says as he would chuckle before he would wince.
"Where do you have in mind?" He'd ask her. "I believe medical attention would be wise." He'd say. "Lab you say?" He'd say. "Alright...let's go."
@batgirlspain
I look over at Grodd as he gets to his feet and nod toward the gunshot wound.
“First, you’re getting medical attention. That needs more than a field dressing and I’m not taking any chances with it.”
I glance back at the computer.
“As for where we’re going… back to Gotham. Somewhere you can get treated without Lawrence anywhere near you.”
I secure my utility belt and look toward the warehouse entrance.
“While you’re getting patched up, I’m going after him. I’ve got his plans in my phone. I know he’s got another lab somewhere in the city and I know he wanna use you for his little body-swap scheme.”
I look back at Grodd and take a breath.
“So you focus on staying alive. I’ll find Lawrence before he gets another chance to hurt you.”
@nocturnalmuses
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Ivy… have you tried just planting tomatoes like everyone else?
"I have all sorts of things in my garden but you need fertilizer regardless...Humans are rich in nutrients for the soil."
“See? That’s the problem. You always take gardening to a level that gets me involved.”
If I get my garden deemed a cemetery then there's nothing you can do to stop me.
“You really are determined to make me crash your garden party, aren’t you?”
Theres no part if everyones composting in my garden.
“Ivy, I’m serious. I don’t care how you label the garden. If people are in danger, I’m gonna stop you.”
The bodies I have are unclaimed at the morgue.
“Then they’re still people, Ivy. Unclaimed doesn’t mean they stop mattering. Find something else for your garden.”
They are treated with repect, you act as if Im torturing their bodies. They are laid to rest.
“Then I’ll take you at your word. Just understand why I’m uneasy about it. People aren’t fertilizer, Ivy, no matter how respectfully you treat them.”
All bodies are feritizler if you like it or not. We all return to which we came from.
“Yeah, I get that. We all end up in the ground eventually. But there’s a difference between accepting that and deciding someone’s body belongs in your garden. Just because nature takes us back doesn’t mean we get to skip the part where we respect the person.”
I respect them more than those who never claim them, those who left them there like they meant nothing.
“Ivy, caring about the forgotten doesn’t mean you get to decide what happens to them on your own. If you really wanna give them dignity, let them be laid to rest properly, not turned into fertilizer for your garden.”
Do they not look at rest?
“They do. And I’ll give you that, Ivy… the place’s beautiful. But being at rest isn’t just about having trees and flowers around you. It’s about knowing the person’s being treated with dignity, even after they’re gone. That’s the part I’m trying to make sure you don’t lose sight of.”
"They treated with dignity, I talk to them often so even in death they aren't alone."
“Okay… I believe you. If you’re really treating them with respect and making sure they’re not forgotten, then I can understand why you see it differently. Just promise me one thing, Ivy… don’t let caring about the dead make you forget about the living.”
"Of course....I'm not who I used to be and nothing can thrive in isolation."
“I trust you, Ivy. Just don’t make me regret giving you that trust, okay? I don’t wanna be disappointed in you.”
"Of course Barbara. I have turned a new leaf." She attempts at a joke.
“Okay, that was terrible. I’m almost tempted to take back the trust just for that joke. Almost. But seriously, Pam… I’m glad you’re trying. Keep it up.”
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Hey! I'm glad you've been given a chance at redemption and I hope you take advantage of it. I'd love to help if I can.
Thank you so much my love. I’m still shocked that Batsie took a chance on me, but I’ll spend every day proving him right. If you could help that would be GREAT
I’m happy to help. Redemption isn’t about proving yourself in one big moment, it’s about what you choose to do every day. And if you’re serious about making this work, I’m not gonna let you do it alone.
❝ Plants, like all living things, are unique individuals with various different needs. You wouldn't adopt a canine and treat it the same as you would a snake -- stop treating your plants as if they are the same, you are killing your babies. ❞
Okay, no need to threaten people in the tags, but I agree with the message. Even if it comes from Poison Ivy. Each plant has its own specific care requirements and needs all the love from the people who have them in their homes.
𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒓. 🌿
Ivy… have you tried just planting tomatoes like everyone else?
"I have all sorts of things in my garden but you need fertilizer regardless...Humans are rich in nutrients for the soil."
“See? That’s the problem. You always take gardening to a level that gets me involved.”
If I get my garden deemed a cemetery then there's nothing you can do to stop me.
“You really are determined to make me crash your garden party, aren’t you?”
Theres no part if everyones composting in my garden.
“Ivy, I’m serious. I don’t care how you label the garden. If people are in danger, I’m gonna stop you.”
The bodies I have are unclaimed at the morgue.
“Then they’re still people, Ivy. Unclaimed doesn’t mean they stop mattering. Find something else for your garden.”
They are treated with repect, you act as if Im torturing their bodies. They are laid to rest.
“Then I’ll take you at your word. Just understand why I’m uneasy about it. People aren’t fertilizer, Ivy, no matter how respectfully you treat them.”
All bodies are feritizler if you like it or not. We all return to which we came from.
“Yeah, I get that. We all end up in the ground eventually. But there’s a difference between accepting that and deciding someone’s body belongs in your garden. Just because nature takes us back doesn’t mean we get to skip the part where we respect the person.”
I respect them more than those who never claim them, those who left them there like they meant nothing.
“Ivy, caring about the forgotten doesn’t mean you get to decide what happens to them on your own. If you really wanna give them dignity, let them be laid to rest properly, not turned into fertilizer for your garden.”
Do they not look at rest?
“They do. And I’ll give you that, Ivy… the place’s beautiful. But being at rest isn’t just about having trees and flowers around you. It’s about knowing the person’s being treated with dignity, even after they’re gone. That’s the part I’m trying to make sure you don’t lose sight of.”
"They treated with dignity, I talk to them often so even in death they aren't alone."
“Okay… I believe you. If you’re really treating them with respect and making sure they’re not forgotten, then I can understand why you see it differently. Just promise me one thing, Ivy… don’t let caring about the dead make you forget about the living.”
"Of course....I'm not who I used to be and nothing can thrive in isolation."
“I trust you, Ivy. Just don’t make me regret giving you that trust, okay? I don’t wanna be disappointed in you.”
I just had an interesting glitch in Skyrim. My character, who I named after Beast Boy, ran into one of those random encounter thieves and he failed the persuasion dialogue. However, I backed out of the whole conversation while he was still saying the failure line and then the thief walked away as if it was a successful persuasion attempt.
Okay, I’m gonna be honest, Anon… I barely know anything about games 😔
I don’t really have the time to sit down and play them. Whenever I’m at a computer, I’m usually using it for work, research, tracking down criminals or about a dozen other things that don’t involve dragons and skill trees.
So I have absolutely no idea how Skyrim’s dialogue system works. I’m so sorry, but thanks for leaving your comment! 🤗
𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒓. 🌿
Ivy… have you tried just planting tomatoes like everyone else?
"I have all sorts of things in my garden but you need fertilizer regardless...Humans are rich in nutrients for the soil."
“See? That’s the problem. You always take gardening to a level that gets me involved.”
If I get my garden deemed a cemetery then there's nothing you can do to stop me.
“You really are determined to make me crash your garden party, aren’t you?”
Theres no part if everyones composting in my garden.
“Ivy, I’m serious. I don’t care how you label the garden. If people are in danger, I’m gonna stop you.”
The bodies I have are unclaimed at the morgue.
“Then they’re still people, Ivy. Unclaimed doesn’t mean they stop mattering. Find something else for your garden.”
They are treated with repect, you act as if Im torturing their bodies. They are laid to rest.
“Then I’ll take you at your word. Just understand why I’m uneasy about it. People aren’t fertilizer, Ivy, no matter how respectfully you treat them.”
All bodies are feritizler if you like it or not. We all return to which we came from.
“Yeah, I get that. We all end up in the ground eventually. But there’s a difference between accepting that and deciding someone’s body belongs in your garden. Just because nature takes us back doesn’t mean we get to skip the part where we respect the person.”
I respect them more than those who never claim them, those who left them there like they meant nothing.
“Ivy, caring about the forgotten doesn’t mean you get to decide what happens to them on your own. If you really wanna give them dignity, let them be laid to rest properly, not turned into fertilizer for your garden.”
Do they not look at rest?
“They do. And I’ll give you that, Ivy… the place’s beautiful. But being at rest isn’t just about having trees and flowers around you. It’s about knowing the person’s being treated with dignity, even after they’re gone. That’s the part I’m trying to make sure you don’t lose sight of.”
"They treated with dignity, I talk to them often so even in death they aren't alone."
“Okay… I believe you. If you’re really treating them with respect and making sure they’re not forgotten, then I can understand why you see it differently. Just promise me one thing, Ivy… don’t let caring about the dead make you forget about the living.”
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Hey Steelworker! Curious and interesting nickname, unless that's your actual job…
I've been browsing your blog (I hope you don't mind) and I gotta say you have some photos that have caught my eye. Some are by other people, but there are some of your own. I think you have a talent for photography, in addition to the writing talent I sense from your informative paragraphs. I can see a certain pattern in your snapshots: mysterious, abandoned places, sometimes with a touch of gothic aesthetic. Besides Steelworker, are you also a Ghost Hunter? Or are you the ghost itself? Nah, what nonsense… a ghost wouldn't take a picture of graffiti on a wall that says ‘F*** Trump’... (unless the reason for being a lost soul was Trump or someone connected to his administration.)
The Steelworker shifts in her seat, moving to sit forward, scarred arms still covered in soot resting on her knees as she considers the masked woman in front of her. Her glowing eyes seemed to grow brighter with interest as she waits several moments before answering.
Observant.
The voice that comes out from behind the black bandana is deep and seems to reverberate throughout the woods around them.
The forgotten places are home to me.
If she smiles behind her bandana, it’s impossible to say, but her voice gives away a certain level of amusement at the strange woman before her, clearly a woman unafraid of the odd, someone who turns toward the eldritch and not away.
Many innocent lives are lost to the greed of the wealthy. There is a kind of justice that lives here, obscured but not lost. So yes. F*** Trump.
Her head cocks to the side a moment before she slowly stands up to her full height, towering over her visitor, and crosses her muscular arms over her chest.
You are not like most. Righteousness clings to you. The scent of justice follows where you go. Why are you here, little Bat?
I don’t like being called ‘little Bat’. I don’t say it, though. One look at her is enough to tell me that arguing over a nickname probably isn’t the smartest move right now. She’s huge, broad-shouldered and built like she could fold me in half if she really wanted to. So I keep that particular thought to myself. Instead, I look around: the trees, the abandoned gas station, the road disappearing into all that overgrown mess… none of it looks familiar. Everything about this place feels wrong.
“Okay… here’s the thing.”
I glance back toward the road.
“The last thing I remember, I was outside Gotham following a clue. I was on a road, checking a lead, and then…”
I trail off, trying to piece it together.
“Now I’m here.”
I pull out my phone and check it again, even though I already know what I’m going to find. No signal. No GPS. Nothing.
“To be honest, I’m not totally sure how I ended up here, ma’am.”
I look back at her.
“So, yep… pretty normal night for me: following a lead, losing my GPS and ending up in the middle of nowhere talking to a woman with glowing eyes who apparently hangs around abandoned gas stations.”
I take a few steps closer, but keep enough distance between us to react if things suddenly go sideways.
“As for the justice thing… I try. Gotham has plenty of people who could use a little justice.”
My eyes move over the soot covering her arms before returning to those strange, glowing eyes.
“But you seem to know a lot about me already. That’s the part I’m more interested in.”
I tilt my head slightly.
“You called me Bat. You knew I was looking for something. And you knew exactly what kind of person I am before I said much of anything.”
I glance down the empty highway again.
“So before we get into the whole ‘righteousness clings to you’ stuff, can you tell me where the hell I am?”
I gesture toward the road.
“Because this definitely isn’t Gotham. And unless Gotham suddenly grew about a hundred miles of creepy forest and abandoned gas stations overnight, I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.”
I pause, looking back at her.
“And please don’t tell me I’m somewhere I can’t get back from. I’ve already had enough weird road trips for one lifetime.”
Unexpectedly, a laugh tumbles out from The Steelworker’s throat, though the laugh, too, is covered in rust from underuse. Something about the candor, the surety and bravery of the masked vigilante, strikes something soft within her. The green surrounding them speaks to her, tells her the other woman’s secrets the longer her visitor stands there, but she herself decides carefully what to say next. The Steelworker opts for a gentle sprinkling of truth instead of a downpour.
Yes. I know things about you, Batgirl. I come to know things about everyone who wanders here, eventually.
The Steelworker lets her arms uncross and slowly turns her back on the vigilante to briefly unlatch the steel lunchbox that sits beside her chair, her body angled to keep her guest from seeing inside. Moments later, she turns back around, holding something in her enclosed palm.
As for where you are now, and why, you were searching for something, yes? And your search has led you here.
As she speaks, her fingers open around the object and she holds it out to the other woman - a piece of paper.
For the guilty, this place is one of damnation. For the innocent, one of peace. And for the harbingers of justice, one of assistance.
She looks down expectantly at the paper in her hand and back up towards Batgirl.
The clue you seek, you have found.
I stare at the piece of paper for a moment before taking it from her.
“Okay… that’s not what I was expecting.”
I unfold it carefully and read what’s written across it.
“Where the iron sleeps beneath the roots,
follow the road that no longer exists.
Three bells will mark the way.
When the last one rings, do not look behind you.
What you seek is waiting where the dead still remember your name.”
I read it again, slower this time.
“Yeah. That’s cryptic.”
I turn the paper over, checking the back for anything else. Nothing. I look up at her.
“So this is the clue I was looking for?”
I glance toward the endless trees surrounding us.
“Because if that’s supposed to tell me where I’m going, whoever wrote it really didn’t believe in street signs.”
I fold the paper and slip it into one of the pouches of my utility belt before looking back at the strange woman standing in front of me.
“But I guess I didn’t end up here by accident. You said this place helps people looking for justice. So I’m guessing you know where this road that doesn’t exist is.”
I pause for a few seconds before continuing.
“And preferably, you also know what happens if I actually look behind me when that last bell rings.”
The Steelworker chuckles softly at the remark about street signs - truly, the place upon which they stand now existed long before humans had invented language to communicate. Long before humans existed at all.
In lieu of an answer, she nods and moves away from the vigilante, disappearing into the gas station that somehow is as dark as night itself even at high noon. When she returns, she is carrying her abnormally large ball-peen hammer resting on her right shoulder, and she stops to pick up the steel lunchbox.
Finally, she speaks.
Yes. I will accompany you on your journey. The Night here is far more dangerous than yours in Gotham. Here, the Darkness itself will consume you.
She takes a step towards the other woman, a foot between them now, her head tilting downwards, voice lowering further, burning eyes burning into the other woman’s own.
If you look back when the last bell rings, you will see the true face of the woods. No one has ever lived to speak of what face it wears.
Standing upright once more, she begins moving down the abandoned road. The overgrowth retreats from her as she steps, clearing a path. The Steelworker does not look over her shoulder to see if the vigilante is following. That is the other woman’s decision to make; The Steelworker can only do her duty, and her duty does not include argument.
I watch her head down the road, hammer resting on her shoulder like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I look at the path she just cleared through the overgrowth, then back at the abandoned gas station. Yeah. This night just keeps getting weirder. I hurry after her, keeping a few steps between us.
“Okay, hold up!”
I glance at the hammer and then at the woods around us.
“You’re saying the Darkness itself’s gonna try to eat me, there’s some kind of face in these woods that nobody’s survived seeing and I’m supposed to just follow you down this road like this is a normal Tuesday?”
I shake my cowled head.
“Because I have a few questions.”
I pull the cryptic note from one of the pouches of my utility belt and hold it up.
“What is all this actually about? What am I looking for, and why did my search lead me to this place?”
I pause before remembering something else.
“And there’s one more problem.”
I look back toward the direction I came from and point vaguely down the road.
“My Batcycle. I didn’t exactly plan on leaving it behind. It’s parked somewhere back there, assuming this place hasn’t decided to swallow it too.”
I catch up a little more.
“So what happens to it? Does it stay where I left it? Do I get to go back for it? Or is this one of those weird situations where I come back and find out I’ve been gone for a hundred years?”
I glance at her.
“Because I’d really like to get it back in one piece.”
The Steelworker continues her slow, steady pace, her boots striking the pavement as a hammer might strike steel to mold it into the shape it must take. She, too, has been forged in these woods, an agonizing process but necessary. The Batgirl behind her is only just beginning the process of transfiguration, but The Steelworker is confident her unlikely companion will succeed the trials that lie before her.
This place is strange. Your laws don’t apply. The old laws govern. Those who arrive here are led here. Called. Some to be judged. Some to rest. In your case, to find answers.
The Steelworker pauses her speech to listen. The vines are speaking to her once more about the woman behind her. She inclines her head a moment longer before continuing.
Barbara Gordon, you wear many masks. The one on your face now, it has set your feet upon a path that runs through the heart of these woods. You told me you were checking a lead, following a clue, and that is how you found me. The mystery is yours to solve, but you will not do so without something you can only find at the place we now walk towards.
Now, the Steelworker slows her pace until she stops altogether, and turns to half-face Batgirl.
Your Batcycle will remain untouched, and you will find it when it is time to leave. As for time, it passes far more slowly on this road than others.
The Steelworker’s eyes fix on Batgirl’s once more, the air about them shifting with something powerful and ancient. Even the sky responds to the Steelworker, a storm cloud moving over head, threatening rain and casting the quiet forest into shadow.
Now, for all your questions, answer one of mine:
What frightens you, Miss Gordon?
I stop dead. For a second, I just stare at her.
“Barbara Gordon?”
My stomach drops. She knows. Not just Batgirl. Not just some vague idea of who I am. She knows my name. My real name. My hand instinctively moves toward my belt, but I don’t reach for anything. There’s no point pretending I’m not rattled. She just said my name like we’ve known each other for years.
“How…”
I shake my cowled head and let out a quiet breath.
“Okay. That’s new.”
I look at her carefully, trying to figure out what exactly I’m dealing with. I’ve had people figure out who I am before. Batman. People close to me. A few very dangerous enemies. But this feels different. She didn’t uncover my identity. She just knew it.
“And here I was thinking the glowing eyes and creepy forest were gonna be the weirdest part of my night.”
I glance up as the sky darkens overhead.
“Guess I was wrong.”
Her question hangs there between us. What frightens me? I could give her the easy answer: getting hurt, losing someone, the Joker… there are plenty of things I could name, but something tells me this place doesn’t care about easy answers. I look down the road for a moment.
“Failure.”
The word comes out quieter than I expect.
“Not getting knocked out. Not taking a hit. I can deal with that.”
I look back at her.
“I’m scared of failing someone who needed me. Of getting there too late. Of making the wrong call and having somebody pay for it. And yeah…”
I pause and glance away for a second.
“I’m scared of losing the people I care about.”
I look back at her, still trying to hide how much her knowing my name bothers me.
“But I’m probably more interested in something else right now.”
I take a step closer.
“How much do you actually know about me?”
The revenant nods her head once, solemnly, in approval at the shorter woman’s response.
You answer in truth. In return, the same will I do.
The Steelworker lets the hammer fall lazily from her shoulder, resting the head on the ground and using it to prop herself up, an impromptu cane. She would never say to another, but she carries an ache that has wrapped around her tendons like the kudzu has wrapped around buildings and light posts and anything else that stands too still a moment too long. Even The Steelworker welcomes rest at times.
The longer you are here, the more I will know about you.
She gestures with her broad, calloused left hand around them, to the greenery.
The green here knows all and tells some. It told me your vigilante name. It told me your government name. It tells me more…personal things, that I will not relay unless you desire me to do so. And it told me vaguely of what lies before you.
The Steelworker fixes her gaze to a place along the horizon, behind Batgirl’s cowled head, burning eyes dimming with concentration.
I will walk with you most of the way, keeping the Darkness from derailing your journey before it is time. The final steps will be yours to walk alone.
She sits up for this next part, returning the hammer to its previous resting place.
It will require you to face that fear. Be brave, Miss Gordon, and you will prove yourself worthy of victory.
Turning around once more to resume their walk, the Steelworker calls back as lightly as a voice like hers can be.
I am sincerely hoping you find success.
I stare at her back for a few seconds after she starts walking again. Okay. So the plants know my name, my identity and apparently enough about my personal life to make me nervous. That’s comforting. I hurry after her, catching up until I’m walking a few steps behind.
“Wait!”
I look around at the trees.
“You said the green tells you personal things about me. And you said you won’t tell me unless I want you to.”
I pause and glance at her.
“Well… I wanna know.”
There’s a little hesitation before I add.
“What kind of personal things are we talking about?”
I fold my pleather-clad arms.
“Because there’s a pretty big difference between ‘Barbara Gordon likes coffee’ and ‘Barbara Gordon has a bunch of stuff she doesn’t exactly talk about’.”
I keep walking, watching the woods from the corner of my eye.
“And considering this place apparently knows things about me that I haven’t told you, I’d really like to know what it’s been saying.”
I look ahead at the road.
“So… what does the green know about me?”
𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒓. 🌿
Ivy… have you tried just planting tomatoes like everyone else?
"I have all sorts of things in my garden but you need fertilizer regardless...Humans are rich in nutrients for the soil."
“See? That’s the problem. You always take gardening to a level that gets me involved.”
If I get my garden deemed a cemetery then there's nothing you can do to stop me.
“You really are determined to make me crash your garden party, aren’t you?”
Theres no part if everyones composting in my garden.
“Ivy, I’m serious. I don’t care how you label the garden. If people are in danger, I’m gonna stop you.”
The bodies I have are unclaimed at the morgue.
“Then they’re still people, Ivy. Unclaimed doesn’t mean they stop mattering. Find something else for your garden.”
They are treated with repect, you act as if Im torturing their bodies. They are laid to rest.
“Then I’ll take you at your word. Just understand why I’m uneasy about it. People aren’t fertilizer, Ivy, no matter how respectfully you treat them.”
All bodies are feritizler if you like it or not. We all return to which we came from.
“Yeah, I get that. We all end up in the ground eventually. But there’s a difference between accepting that and deciding someone’s body belongs in your garden. Just because nature takes us back doesn’t mean we get to skip the part where we respect the person.”
I respect them more than those who never claim them, those who left them there like they meant nothing.
“Ivy, caring about the forgotten doesn’t mean you get to decide what happens to them on your own. If you really wanna give them dignity, let them be laid to rest properly, not turned into fertilizer for your garden.”
Do they not look at rest?
“They do. And I’ll give you that, Ivy… the place’s beautiful. But being at rest isn’t just about having trees and flowers around you. It’s about knowing the person’s being treated with dignity, even after they’re gone. That’s the part I’m trying to make sure you don’t lose sight of.”
